The Devil and His Angel (1/?)
Chapter 1: Craving Aproval
TW: Mentions of blood/bleeding, slight manipulation?, abuse, grooming(?), mentions of human experimentation
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The operation table was cold, the room smelled of blood as D̶r̶.̶ ̶L̶y̶n̶c̶h̶ cleaned the mess, he sighed deeply, shaking his head in disappointment. “You should know better than to fight back, dear. This happens every time.” He murmured, patting Lyth’s knee softly.
Lyth still has tears falling down his face, his pale blue eyes locked on the floor, his mess. D̶r̶.̶ ̶L̶y̶n̶c̶h̶ chuckled, standing up and throwing the blood soaked paper towels into a nearby trash can. He lifted Lyth’s chin, patting his cheek. “I expect you to stay calm next time, dear. I don’t want my favorite experiment to get locked up in that scary cellar again, his cries were oh so pitiful last time.” He cooed mockingly. Lyth trembled, terror taking over his body at the reminder of that horrid hellhole. D̶r̶.̶ ̶L̶y̶n̶c̶h̶ had saved him from that thing, Lyth had promised to never misbehave again, he didn’t like seeing the doctor’s sad expression when he was sent down there…
Lyth bowed his head down, his tears slowly coming to a stop. “I’m sorry doctor…I-I’ll do better next time, I promise…” Lyth mumbled, his soft white hair falling into his face, D̶r̶.̶ ̶L̶y̶n̶c̶h̶ sighed, shaking his head. “You better, you know I simply adore hate sending you down their, darling.” D̶r̶.̶ ̶L̶y̶n̶c̶h̶ said, turning around. “Go back to your room, we’ll try again tomorrow.”
Lyth nodded, standing up form the operation table, he clasped his hands together in front of him, walking out of the room and into the hallway. His bare feet made light footsteps against the cold floors. He stood in front of his door after a few minutes of silently walking, he reached out, grabbing the door handle and pushing the door open. Lyth stepped inside the room, closing the door gently behind him. His room was more decorated than most of the experiments at the lab, he had a mountain of plushies lined up on his bed, fluffy pillows, soft blanket, and a small toy chest full of his toys in the corner. He walked over to his bed, sitting down carefully. He looked at his arms, he had a colorful blue band-aid over the spot where D̶r̶.̶ ̶L̶y̶n̶c̶h̶ had injected his medicine, his other wounds were still open, but many of them had stopped bleeding for the most part. Lyth sniffled softly, he felt sad. He was a bad patient, D̶r̶.̶ ̶L̶y̶nc̶h̶ was so nice to him and he was still bad. He wanted to be good, he did! But he found it impossible to not lash out during his operations, he didn’t understand it. He used to be perfect! He sat still, didn’t fight, and he’d get treats, now he couldn’t do that!
He grabbed Mr. Steve, a stuffed cat that Lyth loved a lot, and cuddled it against his chest. He felt tears starting to fall down his cheeks, he needed to do better. He wanted D̶r̶.̶ ̶L̶y̶n̶c̶h̶ to be proud of him, he needed the approval, desperately.
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A/N: this was very fun to write but DEAR GODS am I tired 😭